Chapter 9
The leather seats of her car were a slight irritation to my lower lips when I moved. I was dreadfully uncomfortable in just my shirt.
I looked around at the cars surrounding us in the large parking lot by the park. There had never been a stranger ‘dressed’ collection of naked people.
NUDE!
I tried to drive the thought into my head. We were nude... not naked. Naked was what you were in the presence of your lover.
I glanced over at Jazz. My eyes went down the feathery arms to the dark skin of her thighs. I could only just make out the curls under the artwork.
“They’re peanut butter,” she said to me then.
Blinking, I looked up at her to find her smiling at me.
“Wha...what?” I stumbled over my words.
“My thighs. They’re peanut butter.”
I sat for a half-second and let that
